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"'Sir, says a tall man, risin' in his place, 'I am th' Riv'rend Thompson Jubb. 'Not th' notoryous shepherd iv that name? 'Th' same, says th' Riv'rend Jubb. 'That lowly worker in th' vineyard iv th' Lord who astonished th' wurruld be atin' glass in th' pulpit an' havin' th' Bible tattooed on him.
Make the most of yourself, I say; and let the Devil go hang himself if he's a mind to it." Sally, who had never thought of such a thing, promised. For a time she was flattered by the vision of singing to audiences. But that soon faded. She met nobody outside Madame's, except for one or two young men who spoke to her on the way home; and so she kept to her sewing and machining for Miss Jubb.
Once Mr. Beddow had given her a little bottle of acid-drops. All the acid-drops were gone now. She had given some of them to May Pearcey, who worked with her. They had eaten the remainder next day over their work, while Miss Jubb was out of the room; and the drops had made them thirsty and had given them hot, sweet breath. Funny she should remember it all so clearly.
Sally still had her evenings with Toby, with their glory dimmed; and as the weeks went on she knew that she was safe from the causes of her dread, and carried herself jauntily, and she began to earn a little extra money by working in the evenings for Miss Jubb.
If she could do it to-night or to-morrow she could meet May Pearcey first thing on Monday morning, get her to tell Miss Jubb Sally was ill, and perhaps go after some situation during the day. What a game! But how was she to get the stuff? That was the difficulty. No, it was the easiest thing of all. Mrs. Perce! Mrs. Perce used peroxide, because she had once been a barmaid.
She's asking for you, Sally. You're to go. It's not serious, he says. So don't worry about it. You're just to go and see her." Mother? Ma knocked down by a van! Sally was on her feet in an instant. As Miss Jubb went out again to glean further details from the man, Sally struggled into her hat and coat.
"And your Lordship received this yesterday?" "Yesterday. I lost no time in communicating with you." "Jubb and Jinks," continued Mr Hatton, musingly, surveying the signature of the letter. "A very respectable firm." "That makes it more strange," said his Lordship. "It does," said Mr Hatton. "Hardly," said Mr Hatton. "But what can they have?" urged his Lordship. "What indeed!" said Mr Hatton.
She might not believe you was ill if she saw you lookin' so smart. Might think you was takin' a day off to go to the Zoo." They parted, May Pearcey to spin a tale of Sally's illness to Miss Jubb, and Sally to proceed, after getting a pair of black cotton gloves, to the West End.
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